Thalassa
In the back of my mind, I'm still overseas
A voice draws her attention away from the indignant shouts of her crew. Thal turns her head briefly to find the golden grin of a young blonde, a breath of fresh air from the ugly mugs of her sailors - although she'd prefer some handsome brute to spice up her night. Conversation with strangers isn't really her idea of fun.
Shrugging a shoulder, Thal raises her refilled glass to her lips. "They're a bunch of children who hate losing." That should be explanation enough, and she takes a hefty sip of her bourbon, letting it slide down her throat with a familiar warmth. When it's back on the bar top, she rotates the base against the wood, watching as the perpetual dusk catches on the amber liquid. "Sometimes I have to step away so they can feel what it's like to win for once." She flashes the woman a fanged grin, all confidence and authority in her blue gaze.
Shrugging a shoulder, Thal raises her refilled glass to her lips. "They're a bunch of children who hate losing." That should be explanation enough, and she takes a hefty sip of her bourbon, letting it slide down her throat with a familiar warmth. When it's back on the bar top, she rotates the base against the wood, watching as the perpetual dusk catches on the amber liquid. "Sometimes I have to step away so they can feel what it's like to win for once." She flashes the woman a fanged grin, all confidence and authority in her blue gaze.
